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Stolas adjusted the collar of his shirt. He still had a few moments before he had to leave with Loona for work, and he wanted to make sure the outfit was just right. The color of the shirt was a little bright for his tastes, but he decided to give it a shot because both items of clothing were over all very cute and very durable, the fabrics thick and the stitching quality. He had found the high-waisted, pale gray shorts and vibrant red button up shirt on one of his second hand shopping trips. Stolas had discovered a love of second hand shopping. It was like finding treasure. Treasure he couldn't wait to get ripped off him.
A knock on the door. "You ready?"
He opened the door and ducked through. Loona was spinning the key ring around her finger.
"Nice outfit," she said. She scowled. "This isn't a sex thing, is it?"
Stolas had initially been hesitant to broach the subject with Blitz's daughter. He realized he could be honest with her when Loona revealed she knew far more about their sex lives than he expected. "You're leaving the office early to see that new movie with your friends. Why do you care?"
She rolled her eyes. "You two are disgusting."
He smiled as he followed her out. Not long ago she wouldn't have said two words to him. Full sentences this early. She must really be warming up to him.
They picked up Moxxie and Millie at the curb in front of a coffee shop. They climbed in, carrying a tray of drinks and bags of pastries. "That brighter color looks nice on you. Matches your eyes," Millie said as she handed Stolas a to-go cup.
Moxxie buckled in, a suspicious look on his face over the drink tray. "This isn't a sex thing, is it?"
"They hook up in Blitz's office all the time," Millie said. "What's the problem?"
"There's a difference between hooking up in Blitz's office and whatever elaborate role play scenario they've decided on this time."
Millie kissed her husband on the cheek. "I think we should do an elaborate role play at work."
Moxxie blushed. "Millie," he said, his voice bashful. "It's not professional."
"You know I like being unprofessional with you." She patted her pregnant stomach. "Mini M&M here was probably conceived under the conference table."
Stolas kept his eyes on the road as Millie and Moxxie flirted with each other in the back. He adored their relationship. They were so sweet with each other. They had the marriage he wanted, if he ever got married again. He didn't know if he was even ready thinking about marriage again. He was just getting something of a life together and his relationship with Blitz felt so new. Yes. It was far too early.
When they reached the office, Stolas offered to take Blitz his coffee order, which earned him a tired look from Moxxie as he handed Stolas the iced coffee. Blitz looked up when Stolas entered his office, his eyes immediately roaming over Stolas's body. The look in his eyes was not hungry in the way Stolas was expecting. It was more loving than lustful. Was his outfit not sexy enough? If his shorts were any shorter his ass would be falling out.
He set the drink on the desk just as Blitz hung up. "Millie and Moxxie bought pastries too, if you're interested." He slid his voice into his most sultry register. "Boss."
A trigger flicked somewhere in Blitz's brain. The loving gaze shifted to something almost predatory, but he seemed to be struggling to hide the playful edge to it. That didn't matter. Stolas felt almost giddy with excitement. That's what he was looking for.
"Thank you, Beautiful," Blitz said, letting a little sleaze slip into his voice. "Why don't you bring me something. You know what I like."
He did know what Blitz liked, but they weren't there yet.
Stolas retrieved a random pastry and the appointment book from his desk and returned to Blitz's office. Normally he didn't close the door when discussing the schedule for the day with Blitz. Out of courtesy for the rest of the office, he pulled it closed behind him. Stolas leaned over to place the food on the desk and Blitz grabbed his hand, caressing his fingers.
"Come on, Beautiful. You don't have to stand all the way over there. Come sit on my lap and have breakfast with me."
Stolas pulled his hand away with an unamused expression. "I'm perfectly fine over here. Thank you," he replied imperiously.
Blitz settled back in his chair, the lustful expression still on his face.
Stolas held the appointment book in front of him. He didn't really need it, remembering everything he wrote down on it the day before, but it helped him focus. It took all his willpower to keep from bouncing on his toes in enthusiasm. This was going exactly how he wanted. He refused to ruin it.
Blitz continued to watch Stolas with those predatory eyes as he gave him an overview of the clients that would be meeting with Blitz this morning. His tail swayed lazily. He was also enjoying how this was going.
Stolas held his growing arousal close, maintaining his mask of haughty professionalism as he finished. "Your first client should be here shortly. I'll leave you to prepare."
"You know I love watching you leave."
Stolas tried not to burst out laughing at such a cheesy line. Instead, he scowled at Blitz over his shoulder as if annoyed with the harassment as he left.
Moxxie was arranging some of the paperwork he needed at the end of the reception desk as Stolas slid into his seat. Stolas flashed him a smile and got a disapproving head shake in return. "Oh, come on. It's not going to interrupt business."
Moxxie started paper-clipping his bundles. "I don't appreciate being part of your office fetish play."
"You're not. I would never want to make you that uncomfortable."
Moxxie sighed. "I guess I've been pretty tense with the baby on the way. I could have used a normal work day."
"How about we go see that new movie musical at the theater that plays pirated Earth movies? I'm sure Millie and Blitz would like some time together. We could make a day of it. Grab some lunch."
Another bashful smile from Moxxie. "Oh, you don't have to, but that does sound nice."
Stolas resisted giving in to Moxxie's hesitance. Not too long ago, he would have taken Moxxie's response as just another rejection. Once he got to know Moxxie better, he realized they both had similar insecurities. It had taken Stolas some courage to talk to the anxious man about things other than work. He had never made a friend on his own before. Stolas had been a little scared since Moxxie was Blitz's friend and now Stolas's coworker. Turns out he didn't need to worry. They had more similarities than Stolas expected. It was almost easy.
"How about this weekend?"
Moxxie gathered up his papers. When he answered, his voice was brighter. "I'll talk to Millie and let you know."
Moxxie walked toward the conference room, his tail more relaxed, just as the first client appointment of the day walked in.
Stolas checked them in and took them to speak with Blitz. They kept it professional around the client until Blitz did an air kiss and wink behind their back that was somehow gross and condescending. The sleaze, the secretive nature, it was like a spark to reignite his arousal. He had suppressed it during his conversation with Moxxie, and now it sat like an ember between his legs.
He took his seat at the desk. The phone rang, he answered it. He picked up the ratty romance paperback sitting on the desk and tried to read. The next client walked in just before Blitz walked out the last one, so they didn't get much flirting in. It looked like he would have occupy himself with his erotic daydreams when the little light labeled "Stolas" lit up. A thrill rushed through him.
Months ago, Stolas had asked Blitz about the light board. He understood why most of the labels existed, but had to ask about why his name was on there. Blitz admitted he included it after Stolas just showed up in his office half dressed. Half of Stolas wanted the rocky red soil of Pride to swallow him for his behavior. The other half had no regrets. If Stolas hadn't acted a fool, then he wouldn't be where he was now. It was complicated.
When Blitz told him he'd never used the "Stolas" button, Stolas had an idea. Did Blitz want to?
Stolas followed the command and entered Blitz's office. Blitz was still talking with the client, but he held out his coffee cup to his side, forcing Stolas to walk around the desk where he could reach it. Even with his long arms, he couldn't avoid the spade of Blitz's tail running discreetly up his leg as he took the mug. Stolas suppressed the delicious shiver running up his body. The presence of the client in the room only heightened the pleasure. He headed toward the break room, basking in the exquisite torture of his unsatisfied arousal. And he still had most of the work day.
Before returning to Blitz with his coffee, Stolas peeked into the conference room. Millie was doing weapon cleaning and maintenance across the table from Moxxie, who was doing some long neglected paperwork. Loona had her feet up on the table, scrolling her phone. Normally she relaxed on the couch in the lobby, but she was probably avoiding Blitz and him. He would have to find some way to make it up to her later.
He returned to Blitz's office. The client was still there, but they were almost done. Instead of reaching around the client, he followed his previous path.
"Thank you, Beautiful," Blitz said as Stolas sat the mug down. There was no sweet fondness. It was greasy and degrading and Stolas wanted Blitz to take him now.
The next few hours fell into a familiar routine. The phone would ring. He would answer it. Blitz's appointments would arrive. Blitz would press the button. Stolas would follow the command. Blitz would objectify him, and Stolas would sit in the banked fire of his arousal with no relief, reveling in the torment of his delayed gratification. He was a beautiful object. He couldn't wait to be touched. He couldn't wait to be broken.
In the early afternoon after their last client, Loona approached him.
"Alright, I'm outta here. Don't wait up. Gigi wants to do a marathon of the movies that came before the one she's dragging me to, so I'll probably see you in the morning. Have a nice time, you pervert."
Stolas smiled. Loona couldn't hide the affection in her voice. "I'll see you tomorrow."
Blitz emerged from his office. "You leaving already, Loony?"
She rolled her eyes. "I told you I was leaving early to see a movie with my friends. I won't be home tonight. Besides, I don't need to be here while you and Moxxie plan the hit schedule."
Blitz seemed to deflate a little. "I'll see you tomorrow then."
Loona's phone dinged. "Gigi's here. Gotta go. Bye, Dad. Bye, Stolas."
Blitz watched Loona go. When the door closed, he was quiet for a moment.
"Is something wrong?" Stolas asked.
When Blitz answered, there was no mask or pretension. "I was going to cook her favorite for dinner, as a surprise. I'll just do it tomorrow."
It was a disappointment Stolas knew all too well. He'd realized too late that his daughter was growing up and now she was no longer here. "Do we need to stop?"
Blitz took a deep breath. He stalked around the side of the reception desk, grabbed the arm of Stolas's chair, and spun it to face him. Stolas squawked in surprise. "Do we need to stop, Beautiful?"
Stolas's heart raced as Blitz slid his hand onto the arms of the chair, his gaze predatory again. He bit his lower lip at the thrill that ran up his spine. Stolas wanted those claws running through his feathers. He wanted that long tongue between his legs. The need burned. His skin felt too tight. He embraced the exquisite pain of desire. "No, Boss."
"That's what I thought. I can smell how much you want me." Blitz leaned closer to Stolas's crotch, but still didn't touch him. "Someone's been having dirty thoughts about his boss."
It would be been so easy to grab Blitz's horns and push him between his legs, but Stolas denied himself, just as he denied pressing his thighs together for a modicum of relief. Just the thought of someone walking through the unlocked front door fueled a sweet anxiety, like gas on a fire. "We should head to the conference room. We don't want to leave Millie and Moxxie waiting." He left some of the strain in his voice.
Blitz inhaled deeply before slipping back. He ran his eyes over Stolas, devouring him. Without a word, he headed to the conference room.
It was his turn for a fortifying breath. His entire body felt touched by a live wire. He struggled to get the buzz of excitement under control, but the thought of sitting in a room with other people only made it worse. He would have to behave for just a little longer.
Stolas joined everyone else in the conference room and took his seat. Blitz and Moxxie were already arguing over the hit schedule. He couldn't help but smile. Their relationship was something to behold. One minute they would bicker and the next show great care. Sitting at the table, watching them bounce of each other, made him feel as if he was watching a family. He supposed, in some strange way, they were.
Blitz finished scribbling something down on a sheet of paper. "Does this work?" he said, annoyed, as he waved it in Moxxie's face.
Moxxie snatched it out of Blitz's hand and started reading it over. Blitz made a face over Moxxie's head to Millie. Millie stifled a laugh. Blitz glanced over and caught Stolas's eyes. It was the same loving look from this morning. Stolas felt warm all over, as if his whole body was blushing. He still struggled to believe he had actually found love, as rough and new as it was. Never in his wildest fantasies did he ever think he would get this lucky.
"I have some notes," Moxxie said, drawing Blitz's attention.
Stolas looked away as their gaze broke, and right at Millie, who was staring at him with a knowing smile. She brought her hands up by her cheek and silently made the face of a love-struck heroine. "You should talk," he mouthed, and she snorted.
Blitz and Moxxie were still arguing. Millie placed her hand on Moxxie's shoulder. "Hon, the schedule is fine. Why don't we take off early so we can relax? We have a busy day tomorrow."
Moxxie looked between Millie and Blitz. "I suppose, even if I do think bouncing between coasts is stupid. There is no accounting for time zones."
"There's no accounting for time zones," Blitz said in his most demeaning Moxxie voice.
Millie shot Blitz a glare over Moxxie's head, and Blitz put his hands up in surrender.
Moxxie stood. "I guess we'll see you tomorrow."
"Here, let me help you two out." Blitz rubbed the crystal on his arm. A portal opened in front of the couple's apartment building.
Millie took her husband's hand. "Thank you, Blitz. See you two in the morning." And she dragged Moxxie through.
Blitz put his hand on his hips. "That took longer than I wanted. Now, where were we?" He made his way around the table to where Stolas sat. He leaned as close to Stolas's ear as possible without standing on anything. "I want to see you in my office."
Heat flushed through Stolas again. A fire of desire and excitement that almost had him forget to lock the front door on his way to Blitz's office. He had to take a breath to cool his giddy anticipation. It was the only time he didn't loathe his ability to suppress his emotions. It was the only time it was ever fun.
He opened the door. Blitz sat in his chair with that same predatory look on his face. Stolas swallowed his excitement as he stood on the opposite side of the desk. "Yes, Boss?"
Blitz crawled up on his desk, his tail whipping behind him. "You show up here in a sexy, new outfit and don't think you're going to get my attention?" He rose to his knees and grabbed Stolas's right wrist with his left hand. Blitz pulled, rotating Stolas so his ass landed on the surface of the desk. Without missing a beat, Blitz had a foot on each side of his hips.
It was so fluid and sudden, Stolas started giggling. He slapped a hand over his mouth. "I'm so sorry."
"Don't apologize," Blitz said gently. "Do you need a minute?"
Stolas shook his head. "No. We can continue."
Blitz grabbed a fistful of Stolas's shirt and yanked him forward till they were sharing breath. "Now you're going to learn what happens when you get my attention." And dragged Stolas into a rough, hard kiss.
Stolas leaned into the kiss, allowing Blitz to possess him, before pulling back. "No. I can't. You're my employer. This is wrong."
Blitz slipped the toe of his boot between Stolas's legs and applied pressure. Stolas gasped at the feeling of the pointed toe pressing against his swollen cloaca. "Then why do you want me?"
"You assume I'm thinking about you," Stolas protested weakly. He thought about putting more force into it, but he wasn't really in the mood to be a brat.
Blitz grinned. He leaned in a whispered in Stolas's ear, "Oh, really," before running his tongue along Stolas's long neck. Stolas arched into him, straining against the fabric in Blitz's fist. Blitz chuckled and continued to kiss, lick, and nibble Stolas's neck just inside his collar. Stolas felt Blitz's hand undoing the buttons on his suit jacket before he slipped it off. He had to let go of Stolas's shirt, and Stolas almost fell back against the desk.
Jacket-less, Blitz continued to remove his gloves and shirt. Saliva filled Stolas's mouth at the sight of Blitz's bare chest. He really wanted to lick those abs. He wanted to lick those abs right to Blitz's cock. Blitz clocked his look and his grin broadened. "Like what you see?"
Stolas reached up to draw Blitz to him. Blitz caught is wrists. Stolas put his best affronted expression on even as his cloaca pulsed with arousal. "No you don't. You'll keep your hands to yourself till I say so." Blitz stepped around Stolas, who whimpered at the loss of the pressure against his genitals, and knelt down behind him. "We're just going to have to use this pretty shirt."
The drag of his shirt as Blitz pulled it from his waistband, the deft way he undid the buttons, the rough way he yanked it down Stolas's arms, all felt like torture against his sensitive body. He spent the whole day limiting any relief, and it was paying off. Blitz pulled his arms behind him and he allowed a smile to crack his face. Blitz wrapped the shirt around Stolas's wrists and tied it off roughly. Stolas moaned as the the binding tightened.
Blitz wrapped his arm around Stolas's chest, his hand resting splayed in the dense patch of feathers, and roughly pulled Stolas against him. Another gasped ripped from Stolas. The feel of Blitz's bare chest and the hard bulge in his pants pressed against his back was too much for the fire pushing against his skin. Stolas squeezed his thighs together and almost gasped again at the leaking pre-cum moistening the crotch of his shorts.
Blitz's tail wrapped around one of Stolas's thighs and ripped his leg aside. "No you don't. You haven't told me that you want me, and I know that you do."
Blitz was right. He misbehaved. He deserved punishment. He wanted it. He also wanted railed till he couldn't walk straight. He focused on the feel of Blitz's breath against his neck and his hand on Stolas's chest. Stolas spread his legs wider and leaned into Blitz. "Yes. Yes. Please," he pleaded. "Use me. Fuck me with your tongue till I can't speak. Fill me like your personal sex toy. Hold me down. Bite me. Spank me. I'm yours."
Blitz made a choking noise, like he was swallowing a laugh. He further covered the noise by feeding his empty hand into Stolas's head feathers and pulling his head back at the same time he yanked on his chest feathers. "I can't hear you."
"I want you. I want to you to choke me with the big, red cock. I want to taste your man gravy as you unload into my throat. I want you to spend yourself inside me until you can't even crawl." He was grinning by the time he finished. He couldn't help it. It all sounded so much fun.
Blitz turned Stolas's head till he looked him directly in the eye. He had that loving expression peeking through his dom persona. "Fuck, you're filthy," he said, and kissed Stolas.
Stolas didn't know what did it, the passionate kiss or Blitz holding him so close he could smell his scent, but his arousal grew torturous again. He tried pulling his thighs back together and Blitz unwound his tail. Blitz broke the kiss. Stolas didn't want him to stop. He chased his lips.
"You're trembling," Blitz said, pulling back. He let go of Stolas's feathers. He left his hands where they were at, the pressure comforting. "Do you need a moment?"
"No. I just desperately want you to take me." Stolas hated how pathetic he sounded. When Blitz's face softened, he forced himself to ignore the thought. Blitz did not think he was pathetic. He was not Stella. "I guess you could say I'm extra horny?"
Blitz chuckled. "You? Horny? Noooooo."
Stolas flushed, but it wasn't out of embarrassment. "I can't help it. You're incredibly sexy, Blitzy." He shimmied his shoulders. "Just the thought of your confident hands running along my body stokes my fires."
That was an understatement. The thought of Blitz's muscular body made Stolas feel like he needed a cold shower. He had a whole journal devoted to his erotic fantasies, and would need a new one soon. Blitz was his sexual awakening, literally. If he didn't think Blitz wasn't the hottest thing in Hell, he wouldn't have done what he did. There were days where he still struggled to reckon with his behavior. Today would not be one of them. He was determined.
"Well, how about I help you with your problem." He bounced his eyebrows. "Do you still want it rough?"
"Very much so."
"Do you want to stay in character?"
"Oh, Boss, what are you going to do to me?"
Stolas squealed as Blitz scooped him up in a bridal carry. "You've denied me this sweet bird puss for too long." He positioned Stolas over the desk. "Get on your knees."
The tips of his talons brushed the short edge of the desk as Blitz guided him onto his knees. Stolas adjusted his shoulders so his bound arms lay comfortable along his back. Blitz stepped in front of him. Stolas marveled at how nimble his handsome man was.
Blitz stuck his fingers in the waistband of Stolas's shorts. "You walk around all day, wet and needy, like a tease." With one hand he undid the button and slid down the zipper. "Lets see how ready you are." He slid his hand down the front.
Stolas's moan was loud and wanton at the feel of Blitz's fingers finally between his legs. Blitz caught his face and forced Stolas to look him in the eyes. His fingers squeezed just enough to send delicious pain through Stolas's cheeks.
"You will be quiet. Don't you want to be good for your boss?"
Quiet. He was bad at quiet. How can he be quiet with Blitz's fingers rubbing pre-cum over his rim? This was the punishment he wanted. He was a bad boy. He needed to earn his voice back. Exquisite. His Blitzy knew him so well. He nodded, the movement difficult against Blitz's grip.
"Good. I want you to look at my face. I want to see you struggle."
Keeping his eyes on Blitz's face was a challenge. On his knees, Stolas was no longer in Blitz's eye-line, even hunched over as he was. Blitz's hand shoved in his crotch made adjusting even more difficult. He curved his back and tilted his face down to lock eyes with Blitz. That's when Blitz inserted two fingers inside Stolas.
Stolas pressed his beak together, his toes curling as his muscles clenched in pleasure. Quiet and still. Quiet and still. He could do this. Even as Blitz stroked his fingers at a steady rhythm, driving him quickly to an orgasm. Stolas held it back. Not yet.
Blitz let go of his face. The jingle of a belt buckle. The buzz of a zipper. Stolas wanted to move his eyes, to see Blitz pleasuring himself. To watch. He did what he was told, but the mere thought of Blitz stroking his cock pushed Stolas over the edge. He clenched around Blitz's stroking fingers. Wetness spilled out of him and he screwed up his face, swallowing the cry in his throat. Stolas somehow managed not to close his eyes.
"You're gorgeous when you come," Blitz said. "I could make you do that all day."
Please, Stolas wanted to beg.
Blitz seemed to read his mind. A mischievous grin crossed his face. He pulled his fingers out of Stolas and held them up to his beak. "Clean me."
Eyes locked on Blitz's, Stolas sucked at his salty spend greedily. He wove his tongue around each finger, careful not to miss a spot. Blitz stared back. Neither of them flinched.
Blitz pulled his hand out of Stolas's mouth. "You're been so good for me, Beautiful. You can look where you want."
Stolas glanced down at Blitz's exposed cock, hard and standing prominently out of his open pants. Blitz caressed his cheek and dragged him down till his mouth was by Stolas's ear. "Let's get you out of those shorts and I'll give you your reward." Then he kissed him on the cheek. Stolas shivered at the feather-light feel of Blitz's lips.
Blitz disappeared behind Stolas. There were two thuds as his boots hit the floor and the rustle of fabric as he removed his pants. Probably those adorable little horse boxers too. His body thrummed with anticipation. What was he going to do? Tease him with his tongue? Take him in one brutal thrust? Bite his thighs? Maybe he would come up with something so wonderfully creative. Stolas almost cooed, but no, he had to be quiet.
Blitz pulled his shorts down to his knees. He helped Stolas balance as he worked them around the bends until he could slip them over Stolas's feet. Another shiver as Blitz grabbed his hips, the length of his cock pressed into Stolas's ass. "Are you ready for your reward? Bend over and present your ass."
He did as he was told and bent at the waist. Only he misjudged the distance and whacked his face into the desk. It wasn't too hard, but he still groaned, the pain feeding his pleasure. Was there something wrong with him that he found this sex accident arousing? Wouldn't be the first time. As it was, the hard surface of the desk under his knees was uncomfortable. He embraced it. Now bent over, his ass pressed into the air, face against the wood of the desk, he allowed his discomfort to stoke his desire.
"Stols?"
Guess the groan didn't sound sexy enough. He wiggled his ass against Blitz to let him know he was okay. Stolas still wasn't allowed to speak, after all. He had been doing so good.
"I'll take that as a yes."
Stolas ground his ass against Blitz, earning a groan from his partner.
"No you don't." Blitz stepped away, probably not very far considering the space on the desk, and slapped Stolas's ass.
Stolas tightened every muscle in his body to hold back whatever noise tried to escape. He wished they had discussed which paddle to use because the one with the metal studs was starting to sound really good right now.
"Do I need to tell you not to move again?"
He turned his head so he was laying on his cheek, but otherwise didn't move.
Blitz gently messaged the place he spanked Stolas with his thumb. "I thought so. You're a good employee." And licked his cloaca.
Stolas bucked forward, almost squealing in shock and glee, but Blitz gripped his thighs and held him in place. He curled his toes at the feel of Blitz's tongue running along the outside, moistening the rim. Stolas was already so sensitive. Quiet. He needed to be quiet. He could stay good.
Stolas almost moaned in ecstasy as Blitz snaked his tongue inside. He pressed his forehead against the desk, his beak closed tightly against the relentless and steady pace Blitz had set. An orgasm washed through him. His eyes watered. Blitz didn't stop. He kept his arms wrapped around Stolas's legs as he drove Stolas towards another orgasm, his grip tight and brutal as Stolas struggled.
Every muscle in his body was a string wound too tightly. Tears ran down his face. He wanted to scream. He wanted to grind his crotch against Blitz's face. Pleasure and pain woven together as he came undone for the third time.
Blitz pulled back. He nipped at Stolas's ass cheeks and thighs. Stolas squirmed. "I'm impressed. Not one peep."
Stolas flushed. Blitz was impressed! He was already wrung out. Between the control of his voice and the orgasms, he struggled not to flop down on the desk. It was wonderful. He hadn't quite reached the blissful, floating feeling he preferred, but they weren't done yet.
Blitz wrapped his tail around Stolas's thigh. The desk drawer slid open. Stolas felt the excitement rise again. Didn't Blitz say he had a surprise? He could turn his head and look. He wouldn't. He would let the curiosity build tension. This was thrilling!
Blitz fed two fingers into Stolas. "Not that you need it, but why don't we make sure you're nice and ready."
Fresh tears ran down Stolas's cheeks at the shift and separation of Blitz's fingers. The sensation in his swollen cloaca grew in intensity, and yet he still wanted more. Blitz called him a tease. How long had he been waiting to feel that absolute monster of a cock? No. He couldn't think that. His frustration was just getting to him. He needed to embrace it. Make it part of the pain and pleasure. The more he had to wait, the better it would be. It's not like he wasn't receiving any attention. That would be for a later date once Stolas asked Blitz if he could be "forced" to sit very still in a chair while Blitz pleasured himself to completion. He really shouldn't be letting his mind wander, but he was getting so many wonderful ideas.
Stolas tabled the voyeur chair idea with the studded paddle for later. He couldn't let his focus slip. He hadn't gotten his surprise yet.
Blitz removed his fingers and quickly replaced them with the tip of something. Blitz worked the tip around before sliding it in. It felt good, but it wasn't Blitz's cock. The girth was wrong. This somehow made Stolas more excited.
Blitz massaged his lower back. "Take a deep breath and relax."
Stolas did as he was told. He struggled to remain relaxed as Blitz's left hand rested on his thigh. More pressure pushed up against his entrance. Stolas almost squawked as Blitz slid his cock inside along the underside of the toy. His whole body tensed with the effort not to let out so much as a gasp. Unfortunately, that meant losing control of where his tail feathers were, and he smacked Blitz in the face.
Blitz chuckled. He wrapped his right hand around the base of Stolas's tail feathers and moved them out of his face. "You can speak now."
"Oh, FUCK!" he immediately shouted. It was really hard to think of anything else that summed up how delightful the stretch in his cloaca felt. It wasn't their first time doing double penetration, but it did remind Stolas that they didn't do it enough. "Please fuck me, Boss. Make me regret ever denying you."
Blitz's couldn't stop his own groan as he set a steady rhythm. He didn't need to use the claiming brutality Stolas craved with the pressure and friction. He allowed every sound he held back out. So what if the whole damn building heard him.
"Sing for me, Beautiful." Blitz let go his tail feathers and wrapped the shirt between Stolas's wrists in his fist. He dragged Stolas up so he was sitting against his pelvis. "You like being full and deep?"
"Yes, yes, yes," he panted with every thrust. Blitz was thrusting quicker now. Stolas was already ready to come. He was so sensitive, so full, it was a struggle to hang on. He didn't want it to stop. The pull against his shoulders, Blitz's claws on his left thigh, his tail on his right, all fueled the impending orgasm. A wave of pleasure begging to be released.
Blitz seemed to sense his thoughts. "I'm about to come. You will come with me." He tried to keep the authority in his voice. It came out strangled.
Stolas didn't have time to respond before Blitz's hand and tail gripped Stolas as he fell into his own orgasm. Stolas followed, his body tense and tingly as his fourth orgasm mixed his seed with Blitz's. He shuddered against Blitz as his partner stroked into him slowly, riding out the last of their pleasure, feeding it as long as possible. The warmth of come ran down his thighs. Oh, to feel so used. He didn't want it to end.
He whimpered as Blitz pulled out, sending another drabble of semen down his legs. "Oh, I'm not done with you yet. I've waited too long for this. Close your legs."
Stolas closed his legs as Blitz moved, trapping the dildo inside him.
"Now I'm going to let go of your hands. Please don't smack your head on the desk this time."
Stolas twisted his head around and scowled at Blitz. "You are not in the position to chastise me for landing on my face."
Blitz looked like he wanted to argue. He opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again. "Okay. That's fair."
"I apologize for breaking character." He settled back on his legs and faced forward. The dildo inside him shifted deeper. He didn't react. He wouldn't give Blitz the satisfaction.
Blitz let go of Stolas's hands. "Apology not accepted. For opening your big mouth, I'm going to choke you with my cock and you're going to swallow."
Stolas struggled to hide his smile. He pouted instead as Blitz moved in front of him.
It was Blitz's turn to struggle against a smile when he spotted Stolas's face. "Oh, somebody isn't happy with his actions." He grabbed Stolas's chest feathers and dragged him down till they were eye level. "Good. I wouldn't want you to enjoy whats about to happen."
Blitz grabbed the feathers on the top of Stolas's head and forced him to crotch level. It took almost as much control as being quiet had been not to immediately run his tongue along the length of Blitz's prominent erection. To taste their mingled saltiness. He would swallow as many loads as Blitz wanted him to swallow.
His partner ran the sticky end of his cock along each of Stolas's cheeks and along his lips. Stolas moaned. He looked up to see the expression of Blitz's face. They stared at each other for a moment before Blitz yanked on his head feathers. "Open up."
Stolas obeyed eagerly and Blitz slipped inside. A shiver ran through him at the taste and velvety texture. The faint vanilla flavor of lube lingered under the saltiness. Blitz always made sure he was comfortable. He was so thoughtful.
Blitz increased the deepness and brutality of his thrusts. Stolas relaxed his throat and breathed through his nose to allow Blitz to go deeper. For the first time since they started, Stolas wished his hands weren't bound. He wanted to put his hands on Blitz's hips. He wanted to let him know he could go faster and deeper if he wanted. He wanted to touch him.
Blitz's grip on his head tightened as he thrust down Stolas's throat. His cock spasmed against Stolas's tongue and filled his mouth with delicious warmth. Stolas swallowed every bit, running his tongue along his beak to catch any stray drops.
Blitz panted. He let go of Stolas's head and placed his hand under Stolas's chin, guiding his face to look up. "You can really take cock. I'm so glad I hired you, Beautiful."
"Please let me touch you."
Blitz knelt in front of him. "I think we can arrange that. What do you say I let you show me how much you want this cock." He guided Stolas to lean back on his heels. "Open your legs." He reached back into the moist heat of Stolas's crotch and pulled out the toy.
The absence of it was more notable than Stolas expected. He wanted to be filled again. He allowed Blitz to guide him so he was straddling his hips. Oh, he meant it when he said to show him. Well, if that is what Blitz wanted, he would be more than happy to comply. With his hands still bound, Blitz helped guide him down until Stolas was impaled to the root on his cock.
Blitz groaned. "You're still so tight."
Stolas wiggled his hips, earning another groan from Blitz. "I keep in shape. I can't have my boss think I'm slacking off."
Blitz snaked his tail up to the tail on the knot he left when he bound Stolas's wrists and pulled. "Then put it to use."
Stolas tugged at the shirt lightly and it fell away. He smiled as he reached down and placed his hands on top of Blitz's where they rested on his hips. Stolas worked himself on Blitz's cock, slow and steady, enjoying the sensation of his love inside him. Despite how much sex they had, he never got tired of it. Stolas didn't want anyone else.
Blitz gripped his hips to urge Stolas to go faster. Stolas pulled Blitz's hands away. "You wanted me to show you how much I wanted you. I can't have you micromanaging."
Blitz choked on the laugh he tried to swallow. He bit his lip to try and cover the slip, but only ended up looking cute. "Ah. Fuck me," he gasped.
"I am."
"Smart ass."
Stolas slammed Blitz's hands down on the desk by his head, pinning him. Blitz's eyes widened but he couldn't hide the little grin trying to sneak through. He flushed as Stolas let go of his wrists and slid his hands into Blitz's palms, slipping his fingers between the other man's.
Stolas gave him a flirty, little smile. "Is this what you want?" He quickened his pace. "Do you feel my desire for you?" He leaned over and whispered in Blitz's ear, "Do you want me to milk you till you can't come anymore?"
"Yes," Blitz managed around a groan.
Stolas quickened his pace again, riding him to an orgasm for both of them. Blitz bucked up into him as he ground down, toes curling. He didn't stop. A part of him wanted to. The sensitivity bordered on painful. Good thing he liked pain. He wasn't done. He didn't want to stop making Blitz's handsome face scrunch up in pleasure as they moaned and panted together.
Blitz's fingers gripped his. "Satan. I'm close."
Stolas was too, so he drove them home. Every muscle tensed as he came, clutching Blitz's hands tighter. The intense tingle of pleasure crashed through him. He stroked Blitz's cock a couple more times for good measure before lifting away.
Blitz panted. After a couple of beats, he took a breath and said, "Damn. I should have you ride dick more."
That blissful, floating feeling he was looking for suffused every aspect of Stolas's body. His limbs felt weak from the exertion. His thighs were sticky with come. It was exquisite. He leaned down and kissed Blitz softly before untangling their fingers. "That was wonderful, Darling."
Blitz smiled. "I would say we should do that more often, but I'm pretty sure Moxxie would actually try to kill me. Not that he would succeed. He would just try."
Stolas shifted his shaky legs, but he wasn't quite sure how much room he had. It wouldn't be the first time he fell off the desk. Blitz seemed to read his mind. He scooted back and sat up where he took Stolas's hands and helped him shift to sitting on the edge of the desk. Blitz got off the desk and grabbed a packet of body wipes and a blanket out of the chest. He laid the blanket on the ground after scooting clothes into a pile on one side. They settled down on the floor.
"I don't think Moxxie would try to kill you," Stolas said as Blitz wiped down his thighs. "He would sigh loudly all day and be disappointed in us."
Blitz snorted. "Fuck, you're right. He's already a dad."
Stolas laughed. He reached over and grabbed a wipe. He placed his hands on Blitz's chin and guided his face up. Stolas started gently wiping his face. "He can join the club."
Blitz scowled. "This is supposed to be my job."
"I want to take care of you too. I mean that. You work very hard." He adjusted the wipe and gestured toward Blitz's thighs. "Let me?"
Blitz had that look on his face again. The one that said he wanted to argue. He sighed. "Okay."
When the were done cleaning each other up, which took a small pile of wipes and a lot of stolen kisses, Stolas lit a cigarette from a pack he hid in Blitz's desk. He stretched his legs out and reclined against the desk as he took a pull. The gentle buzz of the nicotine mingling with the post-sex afterglow.
Blitz took the cigarette from him. "What do you want to do this evening? Want me to take you out?"
He ruminated on the sensation of Blitz resting against his side. "No. I think I want a quiet evening with you."
Blitz's phone pinged before he could respond. He dug it out of his suit and looked at the screen. "Moxxie says you need to check your phone more. He wants me to tell you Saturday would be great, and Millie wants to take me to Loser's. What is this about Saturday?"
Stolas rolled his eyes. He would text him back later. "I asked him if he wanted to see a movie with me this weekend. You and Millie haven't really had a lot of time together either, and you're both so close."
"It's a musical, isn't it?"
"Yes."
"Better you than me."
Blitz and Millie both seemed all too happy to hand Moxxie off Stolas for anything regarding musicals. Stolas didn't mind. He had a real friend for the first time in a long time. Certainly his first friend he made as an adult. "What's Loser's?"
"Imp fighting ring bar with amazing hot wings. There's also a lot of fighting outside the ring. Last time we went, some asshole smashed into our table and sent queso all down Millie's front. He paid for our meal in gratitude for Millie not ripping his organs out. Those pregnancy hormones really are something."
"That sounds perfect for you two."
Blitz snuffed out the cigarette on the bottom of his hoof. He tapped out a quick text, stood, and started picking up clothes. He paused on Stolas's shorts. "These things are wrecked. Maybe you should start wearing underwear."
Stolas scrunched up his face. "The elastic bands are so uncomfortable." It was more complex than that, but that was one factor. He didn't like how they got tangled in or bunched his feathers. No matter what cut he tried, they just felt wrong, like the clothing equivalent of trying to get comfortable in bed and never managing to.
Blitz chuckled. "Put your shirt on. We'll take the short cut."
Stolas slipped the shirt on, buttoned it, and pulled his phone from the back pocket of the shorts. They would clean up fine. He would just have to carry them. "What about the van?"
Blitz leaned forward, bracketing Stolas between his arms. "I know you're not opposed to you walking to the van pussy out, but I don't want to share."
It was a good thing Blitz was already dressed. Stolas didn't know if they would manage to leave the office if Blitz was still topless. Sometimes he wondered if there was something wrong with him. Didn't he just have a day long role play and multiple orgasms? Blitz looked so handsome today and was being so wonderful. Stolas wanted to express his love and affection in a way Blitz would appreciate. It helped he would enjoy it too. "We can't have that now, can we?"
Blitz rubbed out a portal and scooped Stolas up in a bridal carry again, drawing a shocked hoot from Stolas.
They did not have a quiet night.
Neither did their neighbors.